Over the next few days, the domed Fortress of Allan Fort—humanity's first bastion—was thrown into uproar. Even days after the diabolical incident, the chaos showed no signs of settling.
Against all odds, three Dimensional Rifts had torn open within the Fortress walls. The Hive, once hidden deep beneath the Dome, had ruptured, unleashing endless waves of Elder Gods into the streets and avenues of the Rings.
From a Red Rift, two unidentified lifeforms emerged, while elsewhere a prisoner—classified as a potential continental threat—broke free, leaving carnage in his wake.
It was… a mess. And that word was an understatement.
The higher-ups scrambled to contain the losses and rein in the chaos. Resources were stretched thin across every Ring, like fabric pulled taut and ready to tear apart at any moment.
One might think a behemoth like Allan Fort could rise quickly from disaster, regaining its footing despite the staggering scale of the damage. But this time… it wasn't so simple.
